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A/N: Hullo, I'm back with another fanfic. This story is inspired by this soulmate AU that I saw in which people age until 18 and stop until they meet their soulmate so they can grow old together. However, I'm changing it to 10 years old, and for a twist, the main character kills her soulmates and reincarnations in order to reign eternal. I love my angst so this only felt natural. This is the first soulmate story I'll be writing so hope it satisfies you! This plot won't take place during any certain time or arc in the story. I'll just be using the events as guidelines I guess, but overall, it'll just be my story. This story can also be found on Quotev :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Hunter X Hunter or the anime. All rights go to the creators and Yoshihiro Togashi. I only own my own characters and the plot of this story.
Warning: This story obviously will be taking on dark topics, such as murder, gore, depression, and so forth. Don't proceed if you are triggered by these. Thank you!
Toodles!
LOVE.
A rather peculiar thing, isn't it? The very bare essence of life as it is, yet it can be the very thing that destroys our humanity. The raw emotion had scarcely been on her radar as a child. Love as it was happened to be the biggest mystery to her for as long as she could remember.
SOULMATES.
It was an absurd ordeal. Who in their small, dimwitted brain decided that such a fate be placed on someone? Who had figured that cursing someone with another that was destined to show such a horrid, raw emotion would be a good idea? For as far as Kikuko could see, the whole system was a burden.
REBIRTH.
Life simply was a game, she had realized. Those who had the misfortune of a predetermined fate were subject to such fickle and simple futures. It wasn't like their end was permanent, as it had been proven to her countless times. Rather, it was an endless pattern of renewal and an irritating responsibility of continuing the cycle.
DEATH.
It was an amusing state of consciousness. Feared for millennia yet it was always waiting at everyone's doorstep. Now, Kikuko had yet to worry about such a dreadful idea. She had been avoiding it for decades because if she were to meet her demise, the cycle would end. Unless her soulmate were to stop her heartbeat first, but that possibility had yet to cross her mind. None of her past fates had even contended in the same league, and the mere thought of it was impossible.
GROWTH.
Watching those around her slowly whisk away to prunes on their death beds, reduced to nothing but frail skin and bone. It was pathetic. Only she was clever and cunning enough to have made it out this far by only aging four years over the past century or so. She was unstoppable, and no worthless soulmate was going to get in the way of her plan that brought comfort and pride to her twisted way of life.
YET SOMETHING ABOUT HIM MAKES HER DRAW BACK HER BLADE.